Birth of a Jackass
Title: The Birth of a Jackass (1/?)
Author: deathbatchild .
Rating: R (see warning)
Summary: Ever wondered what made Bam be a Jackass?
Pairing: Bam/Dunn, Bam/Jenn, Bam/Missy, VAM
Notes: I’m not to sure how I feel about this. I hope it goes well.
Disclaimer: I don’t own and none of this happened. (Warning: Child abuse/molestation, homosexual sex, violence, drinking, drugs, and Jackassery.)
A bright blue eyed boy sat on the porch of his house, trying to think of what to do. The driveway was too icy to skate and inside the house was his family. The boy wasn’t much older than nine, but he something wasn’t right about his family. His mother and father were perfect. His grandparents were decent. Just something didn’t click about his large uncle. It could have been the way he stared at girls not much older than the boy or maybe it was the way he couldn’t quite form words when he was angry. Nonetheless, he wanted nothing to do wi-
“BAM!” His mother screeched from inside the house. With a sigh he stood up and brushed the light dusting of snow that collected on his jeans. He walked into the house and looked up at his mother. His eyes widened when he saw the luggage next to her.
“Where are you going?” He asked, fear kicking in when his father came into the room with luggage also. His mother shook her head and looked into her son’s blue eyes.
“We need a vacation, Bam. We’ll be back in a week, alright? Don Vito’s going to take care of you.” She kept going on about phone numbers and things to do during an emergency, but he stopped paying attention at the mention of his uncle.
“You can’t leave me here with him, Ape,” he said, tugging on her shirt. “Take me to Mum Mum and Pop Pop or Dunn’s, but please, I don’t want to be alone with Don Vito.” Somehow his mother didn’t hear the panic in his voice, so she just shook her head again.
“Brandon Cole Margera, stop being a brat. He’s your uncle and you are staying with him and that’s final. If you keep arguing you won’t see Dunn for a month after we get back. Go hug your father,” the woman said as she walked passed him with her luggage. The boy turned to his father, latching himself onto the man. “Dad,” he whispered, hoping he would get the message.
“I’m sorry Bam, but you have to stay with Vito. It’s just a week,” he said tussling boy’s curls and went out to the car. The boy’s heart sank as he watched his father walk out of the door. “Please,” he barely whispered, hoping to whatever was out there that they would come back soon.
‘God, this week couldn’t get any slower,’ Bam thought as he laid in his bed, listening to Iggy Pop. In all actuality his parents were due home the next day, but in the mind of a nine-year-old boy it felt like it was still the day he left. The young boy heard footsteps on the stairs and his attention quickly turned to his door as he prayed that his uncle would just be up there to go to his parent’s room. The door knob jiggled and his heart raced.
What happened to the boy haunted him every night. He never told a soul for several years.
Author: deathbatchild .
Rating: R (see warning)
Summary: Ever wondered what made Bam be a Jackass?
Pairing: Bam/Dunn, Bam/Jenn, Bam/Missy, VAM
Notes: I’m not to sure how I feel about this. I hope it goes well.
Disclaimer: I don’t own and none of this happened. (Warning: Child abuse/molestation, homosexual sex, violence, drinking, drugs, and Jackassery.)
A bright blue eyed boy sat on the porch of his house, trying to think of what to do. The driveway was too icy to skate and inside the house was his family. The boy wasn’t much older than nine, but he something wasn’t right about his family. His mother and father were perfect. His grandparents were decent. Just something didn’t click about his large uncle. It could have been the way he stared at girls not much older than the boy or maybe it was the way he couldn’t quite form words when he was angry. Nonetheless, he wanted nothing to do wi-
“BAM!” His mother screeched from inside the house. With a sigh he stood up and brushed the light dusting of snow that collected on his jeans. He walked into the house and looked up at his mother. His eyes widened when he saw the luggage next to her.
“Where are you going?” He asked, fear kicking in when his father came into the room with luggage also. His mother shook her head and looked into her son’s blue eyes.
“We need a vacation, Bam. We’ll be back in a week, alright? Don Vito’s going to take care of you.” She kept going on about phone numbers and things to do during an emergency, but he stopped paying attention at the mention of his uncle.
“You can’t leave me here with him, Ape,” he said, tugging on her shirt. “Take me to Mum Mum and Pop Pop or Dunn’s, but please, I don’t want to be alone with Don Vito.” Somehow his mother didn’t hear the panic in his voice, so she just shook her head again.
“Brandon Cole Margera, stop being a brat. He’s your uncle and you are staying with him and that’s final. If you keep arguing you won’t see Dunn for a month after we get back. Go hug your father,” the woman said as she walked passed him with her luggage. The boy turned to his father, latching himself onto the man. “Dad,” he whispered, hoping he would get the message.
“I’m sorry Bam, but you have to stay with Vito. It’s just a week,” he said tussling boy’s curls and went out to the car. The boy’s heart sank as he watched his father walk out of the door. “Please,” he barely whispered, hoping to whatever was out there that they would come back soon.
‘God, this week couldn’t get any slower,’ Bam thought as he laid in his bed, listening to Iggy Pop. In all actuality his parents were due home the next day, but in the mind of a nine-year-old boy it felt like it was still the day he left. The young boy heard footsteps on the stairs and his attention quickly turned to his door as he prayed that his uncle would just be up there to go to his parent’s room. The door knob jiggled and his heart raced.
What happened to the boy haunted him every night. He never told a soul for several years.